I awake 
to staccato 

moon cries—

my newborn 
grandson, 

emitting yelps 
that shake 

hair cells 
hidden within 

my inner ear, 
loosing rivers of 

oxytocin—

my daughter 
rises, cries are 

quelled, while 
I lie, unable 

to stop smiling 

at this bald 
hooligan, 

who’s thieved 
the silver dollars 

of my night. 

Bio: Gary Grossman